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teamatsumu · 5 years

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Trigger

Summary: While held captive during a mission gone wrong, Bucky realizes that the enemy is going to trigger his Winter Soldier mode. In a panic and desperate to prevent that, he begs the reader to do the unthinkable.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,058

Warnings: A little bit of a panic trigger, idk how to phrase it. high tension situation. mentions of death.

A/N: finally posting bucky gdsdjsl im happy :3 This is written for @collecting-stories‘ WC, my prompt is in bold!

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It wasn't supposed to go this bad.

Before the quinjet had landed and you had stepped out, you were confident that this mission would be a piece of cake. You and Bucky often worked extractions like this, whether it was disarming the enemy or removing a hazardous chemical from the wrong clutches, it always turned out more or less okay. You were trained well enough to return with only a few scratches after every such call. So it wasn't a surprise that you weren't worried about this one either.

But somehow, things unfolded in the worst way possible.

You couldn't pinpoint where exactly it went wrong, but suddenly you and Bucky were both surrounded, all your weapons removed and both of you thrown into a large, grimy looking room. Amidst the struggle you had injured your thigh, a slash that was deep enough to worry you a little bit. Bucky was banged up and bruised but otherwise okay. He grunted as he settled with his back to a wall, breathing heavily. Apart from the ragged movement of air leaving his lungs, there was no sound in the room. You tore off a piece of your sleeve to wrap around your thigh, affectively slowing the bleeding.

A good five minutes passed before you spoke up.

“Well, this is just super.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm and exhaustion. In the dark, you heard Bucky chuckle next to you.

“Sure is.” He didn't seem too bummed out about the entire ordeal, stretching his legs out before him and sighing. Very little light illuminated the room, just enough to show you how much Bucky's chest was heaving, or the sweat that shone on his forehead. Only two dusty windows allowed you to see that daylight was rapidly running out, and then you'd be left in pitch blackness. You had to do something.

You forced yourself to limp towards the windows, running your hands over the grill that reinforced them. You shook it a little and huffed when there was no give. It would be impossible to break this.

“Don't bother.” Bucky mumbled. You looked back to see him more relaxed than you'd want him in a situation like this, making you cross your arms and frown at him.

“How are you not worried?” You asked. Bucky opened one eye to briefly look at you before shutting it again.

“I happen to know help is on its way.” He flicked a strand of hair from his face. “So I'm not bothered.”

Oh. You walked back towards him and sat down, sighing.

“You called Tony?” You asked, making him hum.

“Sent out a distress call just before they took my cell away.”

You allowed yourself to crack a smile. “Smart.”

You were quiet for a few moments, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. Then Bucky broke the silence again.

“Man, this is not how I wanted my Friday night to go.”

You couldn't help but laugh, turning your head to look at him. The dim light contoured his high cheekbones. Despite the sweat and grime coating his skin, he looked peaceful. You leaned your head on his shoulder, breathing out and letting your eyes shut again.

“What had you planned? A night out on the town with the boys? Drinking till the sun rises?” Your tone was teasing, well aware that you were waging a terrible guess.

“I was thinking something along the lines of pot noodles in front of the couch and letting you pick out some crappy chick flick and pretending to hate it.”

You couldn't help but laugh, nudging his side and hearing him chuckle along with you.

It had been a long and tough road, getting Bucky to open up to you. When he had first arrived at the compound, the environment was as tense as it could get. Everyone was polarized. Some hated him, particularly Tony, which was understandable. Some loved him, like Steve, which you also got. Then there were people like you, who didn't know him enough to have an opinion on him just yet.

That was what initially attracted Bucky to you. What you thought of him was based solely on how he acted from that point forward. There were no previous judgments. You were a blank canvas, and my god, he painted on you beautifully.

It was a slow process, falling in love with Bucky and in turn having him return your affections. He had a lot of healing to still do, despite his time in Wakanda. Now he was here, moving towards a normal life and slowly weaving his way into this makeshift family. But he had succeeded in doing so. He wasn't a stranger anymore. He was as much a part of the Avengers as anyone else living in that compound. Everything had turned out okay.

By this time, the sun had set outside, drowning the room in darkness. You blinked to try and see something but failed, resorting to just depend on your hearing.

“Are you still awake?” You whispered into the silence. Bucky shifted until his cheek rested on your head, a hand fumbling around until it found yours in the dark and grasped it tightly.

“M’here.” He mumbled.

“How long do you think it's going to take Tony to get here?”

You could hear him contemplating, his thumb tracing shapes over the back of your hand. “Soon. It's been over an hour since we've been here. He won't be much longer.”

You nodded, knowing he could feel it against his shoulder.

There was a loud bang that made your head snap up, sitting straight. Bucky tensed next to you as the heavy steel door swung open and light flooded into the space. You squinted against it, hand shooting up to cover your eyes. As you slowly adjusted to the sudden change, the flashlight moved over you a few times. You finally focused on the face behind it.

He was smirking as he stared at the two of you. Tight fitting clothes hugged his frame, but most of them were hidden under his huge bulletproof vest. His hips were supporting a holster heavy with multiple guns. He directed the flashlight so it wouldn't hit anyone in the face, instead it was illuminating the whole room.

“Sergeant Barnes.” He didn't acknowledge you, moving straight to Bucky. His words were heavy and thick with an accent you couldn't quite place but sounded Russian. You squeezed Bucky's hand in realization. Shit. This man knew Bucky. Or at least, had found out enough to address him by his old rank.

Bucky was still as a rock next to you, not returning any greeting of his own.

“You know, I couldn't believe it when they told me they had captured you. I just had to see it for myself.” The man continued, heavy boots thudding on the floor as he stepped forward. You glanced at Bucky before turning back to look at the cat like eyes of the speaker.

“I have a special surprise for you. But first, I have a proposition.” He said. When neither of you replied, he raised his eyebrows.

“I advise you do as I say, or else you'll be forced to.”

You were starting to get a little pissed off by his tone, letting go of Bucky's hand and standing up. He finally looked at you for the first time since he walked in. He smiled a bit, though it was filled with an uncomfortable glee.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N. Lovely to see you here as well. Lovely for me at least, I'm not sure the Sergeant will be happy about you being here in about ten minutes.” His sharp eyes turned to Bucky again, one of his eyebrows rising as if in a challenge.

“Be prepared. I'll be back for you in ten minutes.”

You frowned as he turned and walked away, leaving the flashlight propped up against a dusty shelf. When the door closed behind him with another booming thud, you turned to Bucky.

“What the hell was that about?”

But Bucky hadn't moved. He sat frozen, staring at nothing in particular. But he wasn't expressionless. His face held shock and….. fear.

“Bucky?” You walked over to him, kneeling. “Hey, what's wrong?”

He was shaking his head though, standing up so abruptly you nearly fell back. You watched in bewilderment as he walked towards the window, metal arm whirring into a rigid position as he grabbed at the grill. He grunted as he pulled, swearing when it wouldn't budge.

“Bucky?” You repeated, walking over to him. He still didn't look at you. He punched at the grill, causing it to bend but not give completely. He looked at the edges.

“Vibranium frame.” He concluded, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. You watched in confusion as he paced around the room.

“Buck, stop.” You planted yourself before him to break his stride. “What's wrong? You know what that guy meant, don't you? Tell me.”

Your voice was firm enough to capture his attention. The shock in his eyes had given way to panic, baby blues boring into your own.

“Y/N, he knows the words.” He whispered, making your body go rigid.

“W-what?”

Bucky's jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. “I recognized him, from HYDRA. I have no fucking clue how he got here, but he knows the words. That's what he meant when he said I'd be forced to do what he says. He's planning on using them.”

It took a while for the full extent of how screwed you two were to sink in, shaking your head and looking around.

“He can't have. Those words were top secret. Do you remember how hard it was for Zemo to get his hands on them? What makes you think this guy's got them?”

Bucky was shaking his head before you even finished speaking, shifting over and over in his place, as if unable to contain his panic. It hurt to see him like that, but you had to be the calm one right now.

“I know him. I've seen him before. The scientists who worked on me, he knew them. He only came around once or twice I think, but if anyone can get his hands on the words, it's him.”

Your heart was beating hard and fast at this point, nodding jerkily. Bucky had walked to the window again, pulling at the grill with every ounce of strength he had. It groaned under the force but didn't break. You walked towards the door, tracing your fingers over the nooks and crannies.

“We have time. We'll figure this out.” Your words were comforting but your tone was barely contained. Behind you, you heard continuous bangs of Bucky going at the grill with all he had.

“We have ten minutes!” He replied, grunting as he hit the vibranium bars. “God, where the fuck is Tony?!”

“Hey, okay, Bucky-” you walked over to where he stood, grabbing his arm and making him stop. His chest was heaving, and he looked like he was all over the place.

“I'm not going to let it happen. You hear me? I won't let it.” Your tone was hard enough for Bucky to finally look at you. He nodded slowly before he knelt and reached into his large, combat boots. From there he pulled out the tiniest gun you had ever seen, offering it to you. Sceptical, you look it.

“You had this on you the whole time?” You turned it over in your hands, popping its magazine out. Six bullets. “Why didn't you use it?”

“Use it on who? What was one little gun going to do for us?”

You nodded slowly, realizing he was right. “Why bring it out now?”

Bucky's sudden grip on your forearms startled you, making your head snap up to look at him.

“I want you to use it on me.” He said.

Your eyes widened, eyebrows rising. “What?”

Bucky nodded. “Please. Before he uses the words. You have to do it.”

It slowly registered with you that this was, in fact, not a joke. Bucky was being completely serious. His eyes were pleading with you, grip on your arms so strong it almost hurt. You shook your head slowly.

“Buck….”

“Y/N, please. I can't go back to that. Do you have any idea how many people I'll kill? Please, don't let that happen to me.”

“Nothing's going to happen.” Your voice was trembling, throat closing up. But he was shaking his head, frustrated, as if he were an adult trying to make a child understand.

“If he walks in that door with the book, you have to promise me you'll pull the trigger.”

You yanked your arms from his grip, stepping back. “No!”

Your voice was heavy with panic at this point, tears collecting in your eyes. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots.

“We don't have time for this!” He yelled. “You promised me, remember? Way back when we got together. You promised me you wouldn't let me go back to that.”

“That didn't mean I'd kill you!” You screamed back. Before he could reply, there was a distinct thud of the door, making both your heads turn abruptly. You gasped when Bucky walked to you, grasping your hand and the gun, pushing your finger to the trigger, clicking the safety off. He tugged the gun until it rested on his forehead.

“Do it! Pull it!”

You pulled at your arm, tears pouring down your face as you shook your head viciously. It hurt to breathe, hurt to struggle against Bucky's hold like this, but you had to keep your finger away from that trigger.

“Pull it!”

“No!”

The door creaked open and you looked at the person walking through, collapsing into tears when you recognized the gold and red metal armor. Bucky's grip on you relaxed and you snatched your hand away, covering your face and crying into your palms.

Tony was baffled by the sight before him, watching you cry your eyes out, Bucky's eyes wild and panicked, his chest heaving. He slowly lifted the object in his hand. A little red book with a black star on the cover.

“Look what I found.” He mumbled quietly. “I got here just in time.”

You couldn't help but walk over to him and hug his armor clad body to you, crying into his shoulder. Tony sighed and hugged you back, piecing together what had been happening when he got there.

“Let's go home, okay?” He whispered, nodding to Bucky, who didn't respond.

……………..

One of your favorite things about the Avengers Compound was the brilliant view it provided of New York city. Immediately surrounding the swooping building were thick clumps of trees, all colored a vibrant green, giving way to city roads and little twinkling lights on the horizon. It was a favorite activity of yours, sitting on the roof and hearing the distant sounds of car horns and people's voices. That's where you sat now, knees brought to your chest and chin resting atop them, staring at nothing in particular the moon above and the lights twinkling lights below.

No one had questioned your bloodshot eyes or hiccups when you had arrived, opting to let you have time and space to recover from whatever it was that had affected you so much. You appreciated the decision, knowing you would hate to be suffocated when you felt like this.

Thinking about it now, you understood where Bucky was coming from when he begged you to pull the trigger. He was panicked, afraid, thinking back to when he had killed dozens of people under the control of HYDRA. It had taken him years to recover from that, and he was still healing every day. He couldn't go back to that, and he had considered you his only option.

At the same time, you thought it was unfair, putting you on the spot like that. You loved Bucky. You could never hurt him, let alone take his life. The fact that you were forced to make that decision bothered you to no end. You couldn't help but direct your anger towards Bucky because of that.

You heard the door to the balcony slide open and close behind you, knowing exactly who it was. When he sat down on the chair beside you, you closed your eyes.

“Y/N.”

His voice held more remorse than you had expected, making you turn your head and look at him. You were taken aback by the misty eyes and wet cheeks that met you, lids red rimmed and dotted with teardrops. His hair was a mess, probably from how much he had run his fingers through it. You felt your breath hitch, tears of your own springing into your eyes.

“I don't know what I was thinking.” He whispered. “I panicked. I was scared. And I put you on a spot that I shouldn't have. Baby, I'm so sorry.”

You sniffled and blinked, leaning your forehead against Bucky's shoulder. He welcomed the gesture, cheek pressing to your hair. His whole body was shaking, making your heart squeeze.

“Y’know, I get it.” Your voice cracked with emotion. “I get why you didn't want to go back to that. But you need to know Buck, it's kind of my fault too. I was reckless enough to make that ridiculous promise. I guess it's easier to do that when you think it'll never happen.”

He was shaking his head though, lifting your head up by the chin so you'd look at him.

“Not your fault.” He mumbled. “This one's on me.”

You giggled a bit, sniffling again. “Why don't we split it fifty-fifty and call it a day?”

He finally smiled then, shaky but genuine, making you hug him to you.

“God, this is the worst Friday night in the history of Friday nights.”

You laughed again, pulling back enough to plant a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. You saw his lips lift up in a smile.

“I don't know, we can still do the pot noodles and the crappy chick flick.”

His lips found yours, soft and gentle as always, making you sigh and melt into his touch.

“I'd like that.” He whispered, smile just as wide as your own.

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beautifultypewriter · 5 years

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In The Morning ~ Arthur Shelby

Requested: No

Warnings: Drinking (I don’t think there’s anything else, please correct me if I’m wrong)

Word Count: 1,389

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x fem!reader

Prompt: “What do you mean maybe? That’s a yes or no question.”

Summary: After an unpleasant night at The Garrison, Arthur hopes for the reader’s forgiveness.

A/N: This is for @collecting-stories 5k writing challenge. First off, if you don’t know her blog go there right now because she is amazing. Second, I loved being part of this and I loved writing for Arthur! Thanks for reading!

He promised. He promised there would be no fights. He promised that he would only have one drink. Most importantly he promised that tonight was about you and him. Unfortunately for you, and now Arthur, he had broken all of those promises.

The night had started out alright. Arthur had swept you from the betting shop, loudly proclaiming that you looked far too beautiful to just go home straight after work. He led you down the road to The Garrison for “one drink, love, that’s all. I promise,” those were his exact words. You had believed him after he flashed you a charming smile; the one you could never resist. You should have known the second you walked into the establishment that tonight was not going to go your way. Arthur’s brothers were already there, and they raised a glass to him in greeting. Smiling at them, he turned to you and pecked your cheek, “Just a minute, love.”

As he moved to walk over to them, you grabbed his arm, “Tonight is about you and me, right?” You stared at him, desperation clear in your eyes. You really weren’t in the mood to drag a drunk Arthur home tonight.

He nodded once at you, smile still present on his lips, “Of course.” You smiled back, but a frown quickly overtook your face as Arthur pulled away from you, “Just want to say hello.” And he was gone, over with his brothers and cousin and you were left standing just inside the doorway, staring at the group with wary eyes. You decided that it would be best for you to find a seat and order a drink. Maybe Arthur wouldn’t get pulled into the good time that was always had with his brothers. Maybe he would say hello and quickly make his way back to you, fulfilling his promise to spend the evening together. That was asking too much though, and you sighed as Harry placed a drink in front of you. You grabbed the glass and quickly downed the whisky, shaking your head at the burn, and motioning for Harry to refill it. He rose an eyebrow at you, but silently complied with your request. You decided to nurse this glass, and you turned back to Arthur to see him loudly laughing with John. Narrowing your eyes, you stared at Arthur as a haze fell around the room, cigarette smoke swirling around. You watched as Arthur drank more than the one drink he promised he would have. You watched as he almost started the fight he promised he wasn’t going to have and you watched as he stayed with his brothers, not once coming over to you.

Finally having enough of this night, you jumped to your feet and stormed to the door. You moved quickly out of the pub and down the dark street. Arthur was quick to notice despite the state he was in and he stumbled behind you, calling your name, trying to get you to slow down and talk to him. He honestly didn’t know why you were upset and that made you roll your eyes as you picked up your pace and quickly made your way down the street towards yours and Arthur’s home.

Once you had reached your small home, you pushed the door open and made your way up the stairs. As you entered your bedroom, you could feel Arthur trailing close behind you, but you refused to acknowledge his presence. Instead you kicked off your heels and moved over to your wardrobe. Even as you felt your husband’s stare on your back, you pulled your nightclothes from one of the drawers and set about pulling your dress off. His gaze burned hotter on your skin, but you wouldn’t yield. He had broken his promises to you and now he had to deal with the consequences. One of those consequences was that he was not allowed to touch you, so when you felt his warm hand on your bare shoulder, you quickly slapped it away. He made a small noise of protest, but he didn’t move to touch you again. Even in his inebriated state, he knew better than that. After you had pulled your nightclothes on, you sat at the small vanity in your bedroom and set to the task of removing your makeup. Your husband stood behind you on unsteady feet, watching as you continued to prepare yourself for bed. He slipped off his jacket and carelessly tossed it onto an empty chair before turning to you again. Arthur lowered himself so that he could rest his chin on your shoulder, “You still mad at me, love?”

You avoided looking into his eyes and instead shrugged your shoulders, “Maybe.”

Arthur squinted at you through the mirror, “What do you mean maybe? That’s a yes or no question.” You huffed as you stood up, effectively throwing Arthur’s balance off, which sent him to the floor. You smirked a bit at that. He sat there, staring up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and confusion clear in his eyes.

You allowed yourself to look at him as you pulled back the covers of your bed, “It means I’ll decide in the morning if I’m still angry with you.” You climbed into bed and pulled the covers up, turning so you were facing the wall. You could hear Arthur mumbling curses under his breath as he attempted to pull himself to his feet. The bed shook as Arthur leaned against it in order to pull himself up. He cursed again and you guessed that he was trying to kick his shoes off. Judging by the thud, you figured that he had failed and was once again on the floor. With more mumbled curses, two thuds were heard, and the blanket was being shifted. You turned to see Arthur, now shoeless, pulling himself up onto the bed and shifting closer to you. Before he could get too close though, you turned away from him and moved as close as you could to the edge of the mattress.

Arthur only sighed as he rolled over to you until his chest was pressed against your back and his lips were at your ear, “Come on then, you can’t be mad at me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple before he was back at your ear, “I love you.” His words were muffled, but you still heard them. Your resolve cracked a little, but only a little. Three pretty words were not going to sway you so easily. He needed to realize what he did was wrong, and the only way things got through Arthur’s thick skull was for you to make him feel the same things you did. Talking never really did you any good. Action was always better and with Arthur’s intoxicated state, your actions needed to be loud and clear, so you stayed where you were, not even acknowledging what he said. He leaned up a bit, “Did ya hear me?”

You nodded, “Oh I heard you. I just don’t have anything to say to you right now.” As an afterthought, you added under your breath, “Just like you didn’t have anything to say to me earlier.” Your husband fell back onto his pillow, his breath coming out in a long sigh. You felt his fingertips lightly graze your arm and you had to fight the shiver that threatened to roll through you.

Arthur continued his movements, “I’m sorry, love.” He sighed again and his hand stopped, “I should… I should ‘ave stayed and not gone to see the boys.” His arm fell heavily onto your waist, “I promised, didn’t I?” You nodded once and his arm tightened, “Then ya should be mad at me. I’ve messed it up, haven’t I? I don’t mean to because I do love you.” You knew he was going to ramble on if you didn’t stop him.

“Arthur.”

He hummed in response, “Yes, love?”

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay, love.” He snuggled closer to you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. It was silent for a few minutes and you could hear Arthur’s breathing start to even out.

When you knew he was a second away from sleep, you whispered, “No.” Arthur’s arm tightened around your waist and you felt him smile against your skin.

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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I’ll walk you home

Marvel

Peter Parker x female! reader

Warning: none

Specifics: fluff, comedy, romance, one-shot, race neutral reader, pictures, aesthetic

People: peter parker, mj, nick furry

Words: 2,395

Summary: Based on Emily’s 5k writing challenge, @collecting-stories. During the trip in Venice the first Elemental pops up making peter terrified not for only himself but for your safety. he will do anything in his power to keep you safe even if it means revealing his secret.

Prompts:

“I’ll walk you home”

Authors Note: i entered into a writing challenge, yay my first one and im so excited for u guys to read this. i love how this came out it was so much fun to write i totally recommend you guys to do this challenge. im sorry that its a little long but when i get to writing about my bby there aint nothing stopping me! i rlly do hope u guys like this and have an amazing day

Venice, Italy. You were beyond excited to have a trip where you could just relax and spend time with your overly nerdy, smart friends. The most you were ecstatic to be with though was Peter Parker. He was so different from the other boys. He was smart yet he never bragged about it. He was humble, shy, silly and just so kind. He was everything to you. You were ready to say something. Ready to confess but you felt Peter was hiding something away from you. You couldn’t risk or put your friendship with him at jeopardy, it was just too risky.

You took your seat in the airplane beside your friend MJ. She was an odd girl but you loved odd and being different was way better than being normal.

“Hey you okay?” She asked as she stopped reading, having her full attention on you. You sat all your belongings beside you and shrugged, “oh me? I’m just...afraid of pooping on an airplane.” You tried to come up with something.

“Bull. Tell me the truth.”

You bit your lip. Why was MJ so good at reading you? “MJ I’m okay really.”

“You like Peter Parker don’t you?”

You almost chocked as you placed a hand over her mouth. Looking at Peter to make sure he didn’t notice his name being called.

“I would like to breathe you know,” MJ licked your hand. You backed away disgusted and shocked. “How in the world did you know?”

“First of all its obvious and second I just can tell. Like the way you talk to him, by the way you suck at that-”

“MJ!”

“Sorry, its the truth. You talk to him like he’s god or something,” She laughs. “Like if you speak any louder you or him or both might explode!”

You looked down and sighed. It was no use, MJ was right, you were terrible at this. “There’s nothing I can do though. I don’t even think he likes me one bit.”

“Y/n, he’s a nerd like you! All you have to do is talk to him. Talk about what you like, hobbies, what you don’t like, stuff like that so you two get to know each other better.”

You turned your head to look at him. He was seated between the teachers, looking miserable.

“Y/n, you’re a smart, beautiful young lady, maybe weird but for real he would be crazy not to want to be with you. Those are facts.”

“Oh look he’s going to use the bathroom right now, I’m gonna go.” You embraced MJ and shook her like crazy. “Thats why I love you and you’re my best friend and and and yeah, you’re the best MJ.”

MJ smirked as she whispered under her breath, “they grow up so fast.”

Running to the bathroom you looked in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable. You ran so fast there in order to make sure Peter and you would have time to converse. “Hey Peter,” you waved at him as he was about to go into the bathroom. Was this weird?

As you motioned to him you almost fell due to the turbulence. Peter kept his hands steady on you to make sure you didn’t fall. “Woah, are you okay y/n?”

You held onto his shoulders. “Man for a teenager you have pretty nice shoulders...” You realized you said that out loud and your whole confidence and demeanor changed. You became bashful, so embarrassed. “Oh my god did I just say that out loud?” You covered your mouth and felt your whole body heat up.

Peter chuckled, “ye-yeah thanks y-y/n, thats, yeah, I do a lot of weights.” He stuttered making your heart beat faster. Was he also nervous with you? Peter noticed he made himself sound like a buff, bully of a jock and changed his sentence, “well I don’t work out everyday. I’m not like that junky, workout guy. I like barely, wo-workout out I mean but I do so...”

“I like it,” you gave almost a peep as you two stood there awkwardly by the bathrooms.

“Are you excited for Venice?”

You nodded rapidly, a bit too much. “Oh yes. I’ve been looking forward to this trip since well since forever.”

Peter tried to be suave and lean against the bathroom door, “what are you most excited for?”

“Food...definitely the food.” You wanted a better answer, “Oh and the clothes too.”

“Oh yeah, I- I’m super excited for the food as well. I’m sorry I’m kinda realizing how many times I’ve said excited already and its a lot so I’m not gonna say excited anymore. I would like to see the different historical buildings and things like that.”

You started giggling and then full on laughing. Peter gulped and became as red as his suit. He was about to ask as to why you are laughing but you wiped your tears and walked closer to Peter, “Peter, you and I are very shy and very nervous, but lets stop that. Lets be ourselves, I’ll show you the real me, 100 percent me, I’ll show you who I am if you show me you.”

Peter looked side to side and whispered, “you want me to take my clothes off?”

“What? No! I’m saying Peter you are an amazing person just the way you are. I’m not gonna judge you because you work out everyday or because you use excited in 50 percent of your sentences. I’m not like that. So lets just lay it down and start over so we can be like we’ve been friends for years.” You lifted your hand out and said, “Hello there kid, I’m y/n l/n. I think you’re awesome and yeah, now your turn.” Peter smiled. This was so incredibly different. You were different. You were odd, strange, weird and Peter was loving it. Every second. Peter shook your hand, “hey y/n, my names Peter Parker and,” he closed his eyes and swallowed the fear, “a-and I- I would like to know if-if you would like to go out and see the streets of Venice tonight, with just me-me and yo-you?” Peter feared rejection and feared if you would say no.

Before he could even finish you shouted a loud, “yes!”

Peter kept a close eye on you. Later that day an Elemental was seen and the first person he wanted safe was you. You needed to be okay.

Peter ran to your room after the fight. Drenched as can be he came to your room. When you saw him you finally felt as ease and peace. “Peter!” You brought him into a hug, not caring if he was soaked. “Peter I was so worried. I thought, I thought that something happened to you,” tears swelled up in your eyes. Peter placed his cold, wet hands on your cheek and looked in your e/c orbs, he was not worried for himself, he was worried for you. “Hey, hey, hey its okay. Look I’m okay, y/n. Hey, look at me,” you did and your tears fell down your cheek. Your eyes were so innocent as they looked into his puppy ones. Peter so badly wanted to kiss you. He wanted you to be alright, to know nothing was going to happen to him. “I’m here. I’m okay, I’m fine and I’m happy to be here with you. I remember though that a certain someone was supposed to go out with another certain someone, today in Venice.”

“As if I would forget. Pick me up at my room at 7, got it?”

Peter liked when you were bossy, it was cute. Peter saluted and went to his room to freshen up.

Peter again arrived at your room. You came out in a galaxy two piece outfit. It was unique, just like you.

You were scared to wear it. Afraid Peter would joke about it, make you look like a fool. Instead Peter was in awe. You looked like a space princess. So beautiful and breathtaking. “Wow y/n you look,” his mouth was opened in an o. “so beautiful.”

You played with your fingers as he complimented you. That was something that rarely ever happened. “Thank you Peter. I think my name for today though will be Allura.”

“Voltron is the best,” Peter chuckled as you two walked together. “You’d make a good Allura...space princess.”

You curtsied, “why thank you my Paladin.” You two looked at each other and it was as if you two were made for one another.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we could go to space?”

Peter nervously gave a chuckle. Unknown to you he did go to space, fighting Thanos and well dying. Thats how the blip became. “Yeah it would be really cool.”

You guys made it into museums, restaurants, shops. Him buying you a blue bracelet with a heart on it and you buying him a key chain that said, “the best person in the world” in big dark letters on Earth.

“I have a surprise for you y/n,” Peter smiled as he grabbed onto your hand and ran with you.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see!” Peter ran like child. He was so happy to show you the surprise. He’s been waiting all afternoon to show you.

“Here it is,” Peter opened out his arms to show you-

“A Ferris wheel!” Your eyes widened at all the neon colors. It was gigantic. “Peter this is so pretty.”

“Its much more prettier up there,” Peter took your arm again. Paid the gentleman and you two went in. Your heart was pounding that you could hear it. You were afraid of heights. Afraid of the misfortune. You didn’t notice but you were holding onto Peter’s arm tightly through out the whole thing. Peter stiffened at the contact. You two made it all to the top and then it paused. Below you could see all of Venice. The lights of the buildings, the people, it was magical. You felt you were flying above the clouds.

“Look at this view Peter! Isn’t it magnificent?”

“Yeah, it really is,” he said as he looked at you. Peter took his phone out and you and him took many selfies. Some pretty and some silly. It was a perfect night.

“Peter look how high we are. Look at all the little people below. HELLO WORLD!!!” You screamed since you were high up. Peter loved your enthusiasm and your attitude about the world. Such little and small things made you happy. That meant so much to Peter. “You know you really are special y/n, like really special. You’re different and you’re really nice.”

You beamed a great big toothy smile, “you’re really special as well Peter.”

As you two got off the Ferris wheel you still had a hold onto Peter’s arm. Quickly you let go, shy.

Peter’s phone rang and as he looked at the caller id it said Nick Furry. Peter cursed under his breath.

“Is something wrong Peter?” You asked, seeing how odd Peter reacted.

Peter scratched the back of his head, “no, no, its nothing really its nothing.”

“Peter if you need to go somewhere I’m fine going by myself.”

Peter would be crazy to leave you alone. He wanted to keep you safe. There were great big Elementals still roaming about. He could not let you go by yourself.

“I’ll walk you home!” He blurted out as he blocked you. He realized he would be taking you to the hotel and not your house so as red as an apple he shook his head, “I-I I meant to say hotel.” He felt terrible keeping the secret that he was spider-man from you. His hands were getting sweaty and he could tell he was getting nervous.

“Peter,” you held onto his hand softly. The bracelet he bought for you clinking against his wrist. “I would love for you to join me.”

Arriving at the hotel Peter could already see the many text messages on his phone, but he had to take care of you first. He dropped you off your room, “well I guess this is it.”

Honestly, you were sad to see the day end, you wish it could go on forever. You didn’t know what this meant. Was this a date or just a hangout? You were so confused!

“Thank you Peter.”

Peter turned on his heels seeing you were done for the night but he felt a tug on his sleeve. You held onto him, mentally slapping yourself. You didn’t know how to proceed. “Peter wait. Tonight was so incredible, it was amazing. Its been a long time since I’ve had this much fun. You really are an amazing person but,” there was that but, “if you’re hiding something from me, something bad I just wish you would say what it is. I thought I meant more to you than that.”

Peter bit his lip. He did want to tell you the truth, that’s all he wanted but it would make you unsafe.

“Y/n I can’t.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?”

“I just I-”

“Peter I care about you a lot. You mean so much to me and I don’t want you hurt.”

“Me neither!”

“Then just tell me Peter, tell me whats going on.”

“I can’t y/n because I love you!”

The air was silent. All that was heard was the breathing of a certain young girl and a certain young boy. Confused but also knowing. They both wanted the same thing. All they wanted was each other.

“You...you love me?”

Peter’s face was all red and his eyes were closed, he nodded his head lightly. He was about to leave when you stepped closer and kissed his lips. It was your first kiss and his too. It was small and light but it was perfect. You gave him a few more pecks and brushed his hair with your fingers.

“I love you too Peter,” you whispered, kissing him one last time. “You are the one for me.”

Peter knew he could not lie to you no longer. You two now were boyfriend and girlfriend, your relationship was more serious. Peter held your hands as he walked into your room.

“Okay I have to tell you something y/n, the secret that I’ve been hiding is,” he gulped as he said something he could never take back.

“I’m Spider-Man.”

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